"Master, Bernie is here!" Bartoli's voice came from Abel's identity card. She was one of the few people who could directly contact Abel.
"This guy seems to be here for the wine!" A smile flowed from the corner of Abel's mouth. He whispered to himself, and then replied through the ID card: "Invite him to the reception room of Harry Castle, I will be there soon."
When Abel walked into the reception room, he saw Bernie who was restless. He stepped forward and said with a smile: "Bernie, how come you still have time to come to my place when you are so busy with your business?"
"It's not about your good wine that can help wizards meditate. Do you have it with you? Give me a sip first!" Bernie replied angrily, and then stared at Abel's space bracelet.
"Helping wizards meditate?" Abel couldn't help but be stunned. He never thought that he didn't want to have any special functions, but it still had a special function that could help wizards practice. Now he was in trouble.
"No way, you don't know?" Bernie felt like he wanted to slap himself in the mouth. If this matter were known to the clan, all the clan would definitely laugh at his business talent.
If it were just fine wine, it should be easy to get, but after adding such a function, it has a completely different value.
Abel laughed loudly and took out a crystal bottle from the space bracelet and threw it to Bernie. Watching him take the crystal bottle hurriedly, he said: "I didn't know it before, but now I know it!"
Bernie opened the crystal bottle angrily and took a sip of the Master Wine. He was about to say a few words to save face, but he felt that his whole body seemed to be burning and his throat was burning like fire. He couldn't help but cough. stand up.
"Bernie, haven't you heard from the three wizards that this wine is very strong?" Abel said in a funny way, looking at Bernie who was provoked by a large mouthful of fine master wine and coughed loudly.
"Who knew it would be so powerful, but it's so exciting!" Bernie, who finally recovered, couldn't help but praise, feeling the alcohol in his body.
"Of course, this is the best wine in the world, but it's a pity that only you dwarves can appreciate it!" Abel said proudly.
"We dwarves are the only ones who really know how to drink. Human red wine has no punch at all, it's just soft!" Bernie said in deep agreement.
"Bernie, the person standing in front of you is a human being, and this wine was brewed by me, a human being!" Abel couldn't help but remind him.
"I know, I know!" Bernie said perfunctorily, and then said: "What is the name of this wine?"
"I call it Fine Master Wine!" Abel said casually.
"Abel, you are really good at naming names!" Bernie looked at Abel with dissatisfied eyes. In his opinion, such a good wine must have a resounding name.
"If the name is not good, don't drink it. I will give you wine when I think of a good name!" Abel reached out to take the crystal bottle in Bernie's hand.
"No, this is a good name, really good!" Bernie was busy protecting the crystal bottle, and immediately betrayed his taste.
After a lot of laughter, Bernie was considered one of Abel's few friends, and it was only in front of Bernie that Abel seemed like an ordinary person.
"The clan asked me to come and see how many barrels of your exquisite master wine you can sell to me!" Bernie said as he picked up the crystal bottle in his hand.
"Bernie, replace that barrel with a bottle. What kind of wine is this? Do you think such a mellow wine is so easy to brew? Do you know how many precious materials are in it?" Abel asked, pointing at Bernie. .
Of course Bernie believes it, but he knows that Abel is also a master alchemist. If this wine, including the master wine, does not contain alchemical ingredients, he himself would not believe it.
A genius who can become an elven alchemist master in a short period of time, the wine brewed will definitely have a complicated alchemical process. Bernie has always believed in this, and based on Abel's relationship with the elves, There is no doubt that they can obtain a large amount of precious materials unique to the Twin Moon Forest.
"Abel, look how many bottles you can give me. I am suppressed by my family for this matter. If I can't finish it, I will be beaten to death by the patriarch!" Bernie said with a pitiful look.
"Bernie, don't think I don't know. The patriarch is your father. Okay, I'll give you ten bottles first, and we'll talk about the exchange later. Anyway, you won't lose me." Abel said very cheerfully.
"Ten bottles!" Bernie began to think in his mind. The three senior wizards here must give it to them, so there are still seven bottles left. With so many wizards in the family, seven bottles of fine master wine will definitely break their heads.
"That's right!" He exclaimed softly. It seemed that he had forgotten just now. How could the old Gaofu not leave a bottle for himself? The higher-ups in the clan would also leave some. Ten bottles of wine might not even see a splash. It's gone when it arrives.
"Abel, ten bottles is too little. I have to give you at least a hundred bottles of this wine!" Bernie, who had been calculating for a long time, began the bargaining process.
"Bernie, um, I'm very interested in the base of the hanging fortress. Give me some more!" Abel said softly.
"Abel, that thing is too precious. It's already very rare to give you one. No matter how much you give it, I'm afraid the clan won't agree." Bernie shook his head and said.
A special research team has been set up in the Gough family to restart research on the base of the hanging fortress. Although no progress has been made, the base of the hanging fortress at this time, due to Abel's discovery of the Queen, has become more important.
Bernie did not hide Abel's intention and said: "Since you discovered the spirit in the base of the hanging fortress, the wizards in the tribe have paid special attention to the base of the hanging fortress. It is very unlikely to get one now. "
When Abel heard that the possibility was very small, his eyes lit up. You must know that the possibility is very small, but it is not completely impossible, as long as there is hope.
"Let's do this. I'll give you twenty bottles of fine master wine. You go back and ask first. One hundred bottles of fine master wine will be exchanged for the base of a hanging fortress!" Abel patted Bernie on the shoulder and said.
"This..." Bernie said hesitantly.
Abel touched the space bracelet, and twenty-two bottles of fine master wine appeared on the table in front of the two of them. The transparent wine emitted a strange light in the crystal bottle, making Bernie couldn't help but put the bottle in his hand into the mouth again. , took a gentle sip.
Needless to say, twenty bottles were for the clan and the second bottle was for himself. Bernie knew exactly what Abel meant.
Bernie knew in his heart that the importance of the foundation theory of the Hanging Fortress was not particularly important. It had been studied for at least countless years, but so many wizards had not been able to discover the secrets. Even if there were secrets, only Abel knew how to crack them. , there are still several in the family, and taking out another one is not a big deal.
Thinking of this, Bernie said: "Abel, I'll go back and try. I can't guarantee whether it will work or not."
As he spoke, Bernie put the fine master wine on the table into his space items, and also took two sips of the fine master wine in his hand.
After sending Bernie away, Abel returned to the Magic Tower. The teleportation circle was recently opened, which caused more and more wizards to spy nearby. Fortunately, the six-pointed magic circle wrapped the back of Harry's Castle, and Harry's Castle was also surrounded by a large Protected by a defensive array, and with the residual power of killing three high-level wizards in a row, naturally no wizard dared to cause trouble.
As soon as he returned to the Magic Tower, Wizard Morton came for him, and Abel received him in his Magic Tower.
"Abel, the magic environment here is so good, it's such a waste!" Wizard Morton found Abel.
Wizard Moulton came today for the wizard apprentices and trainee wizards outside Gamba City. Since Wizard Moulton, Wizard Evelyn and Wizard Murphy closed the magic tower, the wizard apprentices and trainee wizards who originally gathered around the magic tower Although the trainee wizards can still enjoy free magic power, without the mission, their potions and spell books have no source.
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Abel asked, not knowing what Wizard Morton was thinking.
"I want to move all the apprentices outside Gamba City here. This place is very conducive to their growth!" Wizard Morton looked at Abel. Although Abel was his disciple, this is Abel's territory after all. , the magical environment here was also created by Abel, and the decision-making power rests with Abel.
"Teacher, I don't have time to deal with this, so please take charge of it!" Abel replied with a smile.
With a large number of apprentices, the wizarding environment here will be formed, which will be more conducive to absorbing high-quality wizarding talents, which will be of great benefit to the development of the earldom.